This blog post is without point. It is the final part of a trilogy of pointless posts (1,2,3).
She had blue skin,
And so did he.
He kept it hid
And so did she.
They searched for blue
Their whole life through,
Then passed right by-
And never knew.
– Shel Silverstein
The trouble with blog posts without point is there is always a point to them.
I started a blog over 10 years ago with the purpose of speaking freely; now I cannot even speak, let alone freely. Perhaps this is a pointless ending to something meaningful.
Or perhaps not.
Doctor Who is self-obsessed, predictable and boring. It did not used to be. It’s not just because “it’s a kids show” as some believe; unless we are teaching our kids to be self-obsessed, predictable and boring. Oh wait, on second thoughts.
From when it was real and deep and more than itself:
Video credit: © BBC
I write a poem everyday; and each day it becomes less interesting. I wrote a poem with the words “The number of poems I write is directly proportional to how much I’m hurting”. By some logic, I think I’m hurting myself.
I will redesign this website. Whether that statement is true or false is not known to me yet.
There’s something you need to do before the year is out. Watch Back to the Future II. It will never again be as relevant. And that’s odd.
I’m rewatching the whole of Star Wars. I’m more than excited for the 7th film. However, I’m also longing for the invention of something new, instead of playing to the crowd.
I’m done playing to the crowd.
Watch your rebellious side. It probably needs medical attention.
This blog post is without point. It will always be without point. It will always be lying.
This blog post is without point.